Guided Journey

~ Crispy

I’ve seen you in my dreams before
But never in the face
Like I’ve been a dozen times
But can’t recall the place

I’ve felt you glowing with a knowing
stowing in my belly door
Rolling out in waves of growing
Blowing in the winds of change
Showing me in subtle hints
The glints of knowing
In my range

Even though I get distracted
Acted on the matter factlies
Stacking in my tractor pulls
Of sectored talks
And inner tallies

Shink it!​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
Watch it, grooving slow  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
Moving over westward low  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
Schucked away like husky fibre  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​
Plucked off in a passing flow  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​

Scored amidst the swelling glades
Of guesser tells, and lesser grades
Where shades of cosmic wonder lapse
Like whispers out of liddle taps
That drip with trips into the core
The inner land of Bellador
Where there spans a bandoned shore

I’ve seen you there in dreams before

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Fury us

~ Crispy

Put the rancor in the bank and stank it with the kanker
Blank the gangly anchor shank
And tank the cranky anger

Fester it with blister fists
And christen it with gore

If fury doesn’t fix this thing…
We’re gonna give it more

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Nature

~ Crispy

In the twisted trees
Beneath the shroud
Of wetted breeze
And misted cloud
Within the leaves of branches turned
Looking up, with eyes long learned
Upon the skies of pollen rise
Hidden neath the sullen guise
Of wisened wrinkles, crinkled out
From laughter, worry, thought and doubt
Peeling back to shine anew
Like we often always do

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Politician

~ Crispy

I’ll pore over past
For the war of the last
Who stand against landing a valley as vast
As our pastures could possibly need

All for the sake of partaking the deed
Of shaping a title that says that I lead

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Freed

~ Crispy

I’ll set my dreams upon the wind
May they billow over hill
And wander cross the ocean
In a sweeping pillow spill

May they gander foreign worlds
of mystery and wonder
And spread in spawning spores that sparkle
Ponderings and plunder

And under auspice offered kindly
May they soon take root
To grip the eager minds who find
A blossoming of fruit

Then maybe one will wander back
To where it ought begin…

I can’t dream the dreams I dream of
So I’ll free them on the wind ~*

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Part a cull

~ Crispy

Get in here you cosmic novelty!
Unbutton your shoes!

Embrace the evanescence of existence with me a while…

And thanks for all the energy nuggets you’re spooning
They`re implorious!

May I take your coat
of arms
that grapple turgent holds of reality?

Very omnipitating, I like it
Quite the persistence you`re weaving there

Now let’s get down to chunken hunkers.
This dream particle we found–
I vote we pickle it

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Crackt

~ Crispy

It burst in cackled spackles
On a meloncholy sky
Versed in flutterheart form muttering
Cuddled in an utter sty

Wicked prickles clicked the finger gearlings
That crack the rust encoated crusty shell
Of slitherfitting bitter gritted fearlings
Tethered in a myth of huddled hell

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Welcome back again
It’s not a slippy if or whither
But a whether when

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Droplets of Dreamtime

~ Crispy

Droplets of dreamtime
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​drip through the scene
Of greenery flush
​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​in a gushing sunbeam

Pollen puffs pim piffelly
Licked by the pedal-born tongues
Crushed by the knowledge that stiffly
Is rushed into clustering lungs

Sung to the chorus
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of foresting flyers
Rung to the tips of the trees
Danced on forever by nimble-toed tyers
Who loop tumble-oo’s on the breeze

Lost in a furlough
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of curled inner dwelling
Swelled with the hope of release
Droplets of dreamtime
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​drip through the ceiling
Like sun dripping down through the trees

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Us

~ Crispy

Spun from the webs of the Stars
Pearled with a Gossamer Dew

One with this Cosmos of Ours
But in all of the Worldly Ways– Two

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Precious Meddles

~ Crispy

This is the last of a past that I cast
In the impure, and dusty-born ores
That shone once in mountains I climbed in a vast
Sprawling valley that called me to bore

And oh but the tools
And knick-knacky knockers
And jewel-set garlands I fashioned
Born from the shores of aglorian moors
Torn from the pages of passion

But tears ever salted
And cracks ever faulted
And soon in my trusty old vault
Lay tools for fools
And knockers for talkers
Crusted and rusty and dulled

And this is the last of a past that I cast
And amassed in a dastardly fashion
Good as it was
Torn out because
It’s time for a new page of passion

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Let’s Collab

~ Crispy

Gather ye friends, folks and people unknown
Let’s look at the truth of our consumate home

The rules are outdated
The practices strange
They may have worked once
But it’s time for a change

The shadow of ignorance
The binding of might
The burden of obstacles
And lacking of light

All has been lifted
We stand on the cliff
Of a world that has shifted
And turned into myth

So let’s come together
And tether as peers
To decide what is wise
For the coming of years

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Success

~ Crispy

Patience and persistence
A healthy shelled resistance
Forgetting bout the setting up
And letting go the distance

Fires in the belly welling
Pouring out the whole
Rolled up in a soulful total opal of a goal

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Well Wed

~ Crispy

Something humbled
Something true
Something overcome that grew
Something deeper than was known
Something dazzled that was shown

Worn now in a wisened way
That led unto this wedding day

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Reasoning

~ Crispy

That’s fine!
It’s not like I need to rhyme
Not like I do it all of the time
It’s no big deal…
I can do something so-called “Real”
Without the patter
I’ll just up and get right atter
Here I go
Here it is…
Bing bang boom!
Golly whiz
I…
I…
I dunno.
It’s like a sign post that leads me along
Shows me where the next turn goes
It’s like I’m in this mad forest of “I can go anywhere!”
But that’s too much
The thought alone of the limitless possibilities
Makes me just sit there, numb-founded
Unsure which is best
Which I should choose
Stuck

So I restrict myself
I say I can go any direction I want
So long as it’s towards THAT kind of tree
That way, at least I have a route
An obvious next turn
Even if I have no idea where it’s going
Or what I might encounter
Or where I’ll end up

It gives me direction
To explore open spaces, section by section
It gives me a way to keep up the pace
So I’m not standing around, scratching my face
I get out of that place, excitement amounting
At the pure inspiration of newfound surroundings
And the crowning confoundments of infinity
Cause I don’t need to worry about which ones I’ll see

It puts it up to the universe
To a far higher mind
Cause frankly, it’s a forest
And while in it, I’m blind

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Trials

~ Crispy

I can attest to a test to invest
in the crest of the best of the rest of my time

I wish to confirm that a stern kind of burn
can in turn be the churn of a learning we earn
to discern of the kernels eternally yearning
to fern and internally shine

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Careering

~ Crispy

It’s not what I wanted
I’m haunted by creepers

With steeper the sloping~
Less hoping it’s deeper

I’m cheapened by the costs too high
I’m lost within the mountain
I was told a fountain’s hiding here
Time’s riding, but who’s countin?

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The Plan

~ Crispy

Sure sure, I hear you

And of course the chipmunks are innocent
But their fleas are witches

Do you really want a bunch of miniature
spells cast on you?

Plus, it’s only one old grove of walnut trees!

If anything else eats the poison, we’ll just catch it
and stab an antidote into its aorta

Problem solved!

And what’s more, 3 in 5 studies show this place is probably haunted
With the spirits of the last witches we sacrimoniously burned here

And if that doesn’t justify melting it in acetone…
Then what are we doing with all this acetone?

Listen, you’re worried…
I get it!
We’re holding onto some pretty high vibing plutonium right now…
But it’s the best way to ward off bad luck!
Which we really need right now
Cause quite frankly, this stuff’s risky as hell
And if any bad luck comes our way, we’re doomed!

So let’s get back to it!
Trust me, this’ll definitely cure that rash you got
You’re gonna thank me for helping you

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Softy

~ Crispy ~ 1 Comment

When I look inside of her
There’s sparkles and there’s dreams
Swirling curls of phosphorescent
Cosmic pearly beams

So when she asks me how I stand
Her hardened outer gall
I tell her with a quiet grin
It isn’t hard at all

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Foster Child

~ Crispy

You’ll never know what spirits you are waking
If you ever slumber through your numbered daze
You’ll never know whose dreams you’re undertaking
If you let the world define your ways

You’ll barely show
And rarely see
And never grow
And ever be
The very things you don’t agree
Are worth our whithered time

Tossed in costly gusts and lostly
Fostering it’s fine

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